She was posing for someone else. I felt a bit jealous that her black silhouette outlined with light was someone elses for the taking. But it doesn’t matter. Only from where I was standing she blended perfectly with the stairs and light, like a shadowless black ghost floating in a surreal scene.

I never really believed in him. I heard a lot of stories from Barcelona about him, but never really seen him. I started to believe he was just a myth, a modern Yeti, a figment of some very disturbed people imaginations. But then one day there he was, right in front of me. The world stood still and as he walked in the middle of the crowd. Faces froze with fear and amazement as he made his way through the streets in broad daylight.